Jay Milo - Crashers (feat. SuperArtist Indy) Lyrics

I brought the crashers to the party so we all getting lit as f*ck
F*ckin' up the party cause we all never gave a f*ck
I took one, two, and three, I ain't lit enough
One, two, and three, bitch, refill my cup
Blacking out the party, it's our time to f*ckin' live it up
Money on the table, make the dancers wanna play with us
I threw one, two, and three, shorty lit as f*ck
One, two, and three, comin' home with us
Don't got to try hard, cause I'm a rock star
What's in your cup, I taste it, bitch, this ain't Wockhardt
Can show you how to drown with me, don't need a lifeguard
Too many bitches hounding me, I need to pipe smart
They tryna find out where I been cause they can't trace a nigga
Too many bitches lookin' real so I can't love her picture
They never loved what's real, they only love a figure
And not just talk, your actions gotta match it, nigga
So f*ck it, can't kill my vibe cause I'm clutching
Can't kill my high cause I'm busting, off three beans and a bucket
If I take these shrooms, I'ma love it, like this po' man money
I can see the stars without the wrath, just blow the top off it honey
I brought the crashers to the party so we all getting lit as f*ck
F*ckin' up the party cause we all never gave a f*ck
I took one, two, and three, I ain't lit enough
One, two, and three, bitch, refill my cup
Blacking out the party, it's our time to f*ckin' live it up
Money on the table, make the dancers wanna play with us
I threw one, two, and three, shorty lit as f*ck
One, two, and three, comin' home with us
Checking another check when you know your place in the world is what you expect
F*ck the fame, I'm comfy and blessed, I make sure my mommy is fed
Teaching out a leacher when I'm speaking, y'all know something is said
Stand down, I'm still running that bread, need different names on multiple checks
Slave for some, you dumb in your head
Change your focus, only on bread
I'm not sick, I'm only on mid
Smoking on that stronger than lit
If a broke nigga round, I'm always on edge
It's my time, you know I'm gon' flex
Bad lil' bitch, okay, I'm invest
Might be worth a numeral of texts
Hit once, then I only want head
Sorry I'm still working on success
Sorry, I'm still tryna paint that view
Safe build up in a bank or two
Ain't no game a young nigga gon' lose
That's just how they raised the goat
See, the top of the mountain's aimable
Like, Young Indy what you waiting for
I brought the crashers to the party so we all getting lit as f*ck
F*ckin' up the party cause we all never gave a f*ck
I took one, two, and three, I ain't lit enough
One, two, and three, bitch, refill my cup
Blacking out the party, it's our time to f*ckin' live it up
Money on the table, make the dancers wanna play with us
I threw one, two, and three, shorty lit as f*ck
One, two, and three, comin' home with us